Bad Wish - Pudding TF

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Tansy found the vase in the clearance bin, wedged between a chipped gravy boat and a lamp shaped like a fish. It was old, genuinely old, brass gone dark with age, a fat round base and a narrow neck, covered in swirling patterns that didn't match any style she knew. The tag said four dollars. Tansy, twenty-six, a total sucker for a bargain, hugged it to her chest like treasure and paid in coins. Back home she set it on the living room table, humming, and went to fill it with the daisies she'd bought on the way. The apartment smelled like her vanilla candle and the neighbor's curry drifting through the vent. She lowered the flowers toward the vase's mouth. The vase wiggled. "Who, in the name of MAGIC, is putting FLOWERS in my living room?" Tansy shrieked and dropped the daisies. The vase kept grumbling. So she did the only logical thing and picked it up and rubbed it, slowly, with her sleeve.

Smoke poured from the neck, thick and purple, and gathered into a shape above her table. A genie. An actual genie, floating where his legs should be, broad chested, gold bangles on his wrists, a small brass hoop in one ear. But he looked TERRIBLE. Deep black bags hung under his amber eyes, his dark hair stuck up on one side like he'd slept on it for a century and his ghostly tail drooped. He looked at her, sighed from the bottom of his ancient soul, and said, "Oh, great… another one..." "NO WAY!" Tansy jumped in place. She actually jumped around the floor like a maniac, hands flapping. "No way no way, I got a GENIE! A real genie! Why are you in a vase? Aren't you supposed to be in a lamp?" He crossed his arms. "What, you believe all genies live in lamps? A vase has more fresh air and a great window to the outside." He gestured at the neck of it, almost fond. Tansy brushed her ginger hair out of her face, squinting at him. "Why do you look so tired? Did you grant too many wishes?"

The genie floated to her kitchen without asking, poured her coffee pot into a mug and drank it in one go. "Please... in your age, everyone knows what a genie is and everyone comes prepared. It takes a toll..." He rubbed his eyes. "My last master made me do his taxes and his sexting. Both... sometimes at the same time. I really need to stop taking wishes." 'If this one pulls out a forty page contract I am going back in the vase, he thought, watching her over the mug's rim.' Tansy smiled her sunniest smile. "No no, I only have simple ones! Not money, not killing anyone, nothing evil." She clasped her hands. "I just have one wish. I want to be sweet and pretty forever! You know? But no tricks, obviously. I want to keep my face, my hair, all of that and don't make me a mannequin or a statue or something. Just pretty and sweet. Something that's not static." The genie lowered the mug very slowly. Something woke up behind those exhausted amber eyes. A tiny spark. A smirk crawled up one side of his mouth. "Master," he said, and bowed with real theater, "your wish is my command." **POOF**

Purple smoke swallowed her whole. The first thing Tansy felt was heavy. Not fat heavy. DENSE heavy, low and settled, like her whole body had sat down inside itself. The second thing she felt was the jiggle. She shifted her weight and her entire body wobbled, a slow rolling wave that traveled up from her base, through her belly, into her chest, and every inch it passed through lit up with sensation. 'What... What was that?! What WAS that~' The smoke cleared. She was sitting on a big white plate on her own living room table. She had no legs or arms. Her body was one smooth glossy dome of pale cream colored flesh, wide at the bottom, and when she looked down, her breasts sat on top of the mound, full and round with soft pink nipples, wobbling gently with her panic. Below them, her navel, below THAT, her pussy,and it looked wrong, swollen and plump like it had been pumped up, puffy lips glistening, leaking a slow drip of something thick and golden that smelled like pumpkin spice.

She tried to scream. Nothing came out. Her mouth opened, her face still HER face, freckles and all, ginger hair still framing it, but no sound came out at all. The genie floated down to eye level, absolutely glowing now, ten years of exhaustion gone from his face. "Oh, FINALLY, some good wishing. How are you doing, master? Do you like your sweet, forever young body?" 'THIS IS NOT WHAT I MEANT! Turn me back! And why can't I TALK?!' "Of course you can't talk," he said, reading her furious face with delight. "What did you think? Pudding can't speak." 'PUDDING?!' She tried to calm down. Breathe. Except she didn't breathe anymore. Her panic made her whole body quiver, and the quivering felt GOOD, every wobble dragging pleasure through her mass, her swollen pussy clenching with each wave, and a moan echoed inside her own head with nowhere to go. 'Ohhh~ oh no, why does it feel like THAT~' The genie poked her side with one finger. The ripple rolled through her entire body, breasts bouncing, pussy spasming, and she would have screamed with pleasure if she had a voice. He poked her again and again, humming happily, watching her face twist. 'I forgot how fun the simple ones are, he thought, poking her nipple and watching the whole dome shudder. No taxes or sexting. Just honest, old fashioned wish twisting.' Then keys rattled in the door.

Her roommate walked in. Priya, dark braid over one shoulder, still in her work blouse, kicking off her shoes. She spotted the wobbling dessert on the table,and her face didn't show one single ounce of surprise. "Oh, my god! Pudding." Priya dropped her bag with a groan. "Roommate, what is the problem NOW? Why are you on the good plate?" 'Why did she call me pudding? PRIYA! It's ME! It's Tansy!' The genie leaned in close to her ear, or where her ear used to be and murmured with deep satisfaction, "What did you think? Wishes adapt reality. To everyone in the world, you were always a sweet little ginger pudding. Family recipe, I believe. You even taste like pumpkin spice." Priya was already walking to the kitchen drawer, the one with the spoons.

Priya came back with a spoon. Not a big one. A little silver dessert spoon and she pulled a chair up to the table and sat down in front of Tansy like she'd done this a hundred times before. Because in this reality, she had. "You know, I had the worst day," Priya sighed, tapping the spoon against her palm. "Client screamed at me for an hour about fonts! FONTS!" She reached out and pressed the flat of the spoon against Tansy's left breast, squishing it down slowly, watching it bulge around the metal. 'Cold! Cold cold, ohh~ oh that's, hnnn~' The chill of the spoon sank into her sweet mass, and the pressure sent a wave rolling through her whole dome, her puffy pussy clenching, more golden syrup drooling out onto the plate. Priya let the breast go and it bounced back with a wet **BLORP** wobbling, nipple jiggling, and Tansy moaned soundlessly as the aftershocks rippled through her. Priya giggled, tired and mean in the way only a bad workday makes a person, and did it again. Squish, release, squish and release all over. She traced the spoon's edge around Tansy's nipple in slow circles, and every pass was like a tongue, like an ice cube, like too much of everything at once. 'Okay. OKAY. Think, Tansy, THINK. Genies twist wishes for fun, everyone knows that, it's in every story, I just have to build a flawless wish... no loopholes. Something he can't~ ohhh not the nipple again~'

The genie hummed happily inside her head, lounging invisibly somewhere above the table. 'Go on, master. Take your time. Word it carefully. They always word it carefully.' Priya scooped a little curl of cream off Tansy's shoulder and licked the spoon. "Mmmmm… pumpkin spice. You're my favorite, you know that?" Then she paused, spoon hovering, and said the sentence that ended everything. "Okay, so, pudding. My mom always said don't PLAY with your food." 'Wha. Whaaa? What does that mea…' Priya dug the spoon into the base of Tansy's left breast and took the whole thing. The little filled boob came free with a soft wet **SHLUP**, splashing sweet pumpkin spiced juice across the plate, and the sensation detonated through Tansy's entire body. Her jiggly pussy spasmed hard, gushing syrup, her whole dome quaking, and the feeling of being SCOOPED, of part of her sitting warm and trembling on a spoon, was fantastic, better than anything she'd ever felt as a human, better than any hand or mouth or toy. She felt like she was melting from pure sensation. 'AHHHH~! Oh gods, oh fuck, that's~ that's SO~' Then Priya put the breast in her mouth and swallowed, and the feeling stopped. Just stopped. A piece of her, gone. Not numb it was fully ABSENT. A hole in her awareness where her breast used to sing.

'Oh good... oh good. No no no! NO! I don't feel it, I can't feel it, it's GONE, she ATE it, ahh, AHH~' Priya was already lining the spoon up on the second one. "Mmmmm." Panic bulldozed every careful clause Tansy had been drafting. She grabbed the first wish shaped thing her melting mind could hold and screamed it inward. 'I WISH TO BE IMMORTAL!' "Granted," the genie said pleasantly. Nothing changed. Her left breast was still gone. And the spoon sank into her right one, carved it free, lifted it, and Priya's lips closed around it. But this time it didn't disappear. This time Tansy felt ALL of it. The warm wet dark of Priya's mouth. The tongue pressing her soft mass against the ridged roof of it. The slow squeeze as she melted, actually melted, sweetness dissolving across taste buds, and then the swallow, the long tight slide down a warm throat, and she felt herself land somewhere deep and hot and stay AWARE down there, because immortal pudding doesn't get to stop existing. It just gets to keep feeling. 'HNNNGH~ I'm inside her, I can feel her INSIDES, oh gods it feels~ it feels~'

Her remaining body jiggled in helpless ecstasy on the plate, syrup pooling, while the eaten parts of her glowed with warm dissolving bliss in Priya's belly. Two places at once. Both of them overwhelming. 'This pudding is unreal today,' Priya thought, eyes half closing. 'Did she use a new recipe? Wait... who's "she"? Whatever... I need more.' Then Priya angled the spoon downward, dug it into the swollen puffy mound of Tansy's pussy, and scooped it up, dripping and quivering and ate it. The sensation was a white flash. Her most sensitive part squished between tongue and palate, sucked clean, dissolved, swallowed. Tansy's mind bent sideways. 'I can't~ I CAN'T~ okay, okay, fix it, FIX IT! I I I WISH TO BE NORMAL!' "Granted," said the genie, warmly. The smoke washed over her one last time and when it cleared, her face was gone. Her ginger hair, gone. Her freckles, her blue eyes, every trace of Tansy, smoothed away. On the plate sat a regular pudding. Pale, round, glossy and completely, perfectly normal. Because normal puddings don't have faces. 'You SCAMMED me, you absolute piece of~ AHHHH~' A big spoonful came out of her middle and the thought shattered under the pleasure, syllables melting like she was, and she couldn't put the sentence back together. Couldn't put ANY sentence together. Just sensation, scoop after scoop.

The genie's voice drifted through what was left of her mind and he sounded genuinely, sincerely happy. "You know, master, my last few owners wrote wishes so long they looked like a CEO's divorce papers… subclauses… definitions of terms… one of them made me initial each page." He sighed contentedly. "And then you came along. So simple. So wonderfully, beautifully dumb with your wishes. Thank you! Truly. It felt like the good old times again." **SHLUP** "Mmmm." **SHLUP** "I wish you a good pudding life. Oh, and since you're totally normal now, one on the house: I wish for you to be GOOD food. Fill your roommate right up. She's had a hard day." A pause, and she could hear the smile. "I hope your leftovers get stored somewhere nice." The vase on the shelf shimmered and disappeared, off to some new clearance bin in some new city. Priya kept eating. Scoop by scoop, the moaning broken mind of the woman who used to be Tansy Redfern dissolved along with her body, each bite a wave of ecstasy that washed away another piece of her, thoughts going syrup soft, name going, memory going, until there was only warm and sweet and good and then not even that. Priya scraped the plate clean, licked the spoon, and leaned back with a happy sigh, one hand on her full belly. "Best pudding I ever had," she said to the empty apartment. "I should figure out where I bought that."

Bad Wish - Pudding TF

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